Perfect Secret Love: The Bad New Wife is a Little Sweet

“Hahaha, Ye is always a pleasant person. Since President Ye has said that, we will definitely help President Ye to make this matter beautiful, perfect, rest assured, Jindu Bihai's villa, we will definitely take it back, and make sure that Liang Wanjun doesn't even have a penny, he will call her to live on the street and be a beggar!” The middle-aged man stood up and patted himself on the chest, promising.

“Very good.” Ye Yi slightly turned her head: “Then I won't give it away until you have good news. ”

……

Soon, a middle-aged man got up and left the Ye family.

Immediately, a middle-aged man took out his cell phone and made several phone calls.

Shortly afterwards, dozens of people rushed over, hiding wooden sticks, etc. in the direction of the Jindu Bihai.

About half an hour later, the door to a villa in the Bihai Sea of Kindu was knocked open.

The door was opened by a woman, who looked forty or fifty years old, dressed in plain, muddy colours.

Liang Wanjun's face is much older than before. Since Ye Mufan and Ye Shao 'an were captured, there is no way to say how long he has been at home with tears.

If it weren't for her daughter, Ye Yip Yip, who gave her a certainty pill every once in a while, I'm afraid Liang Wanjun wouldn't be able to support her anymore.

“You…”

Seeing middle-aged men and others, Liang Wanjun's divine color changed slightly.

“Oh, Mrs. Leung Wanjun, look at us rushing all the way here. This foot, calf leg, is sore. Why don't you invite us to sit down and let our brothers drink tea or something?” The middle-aged man stared at Liang Wanjun, hey laughing.

Upon hearing this, Liang Wanjun raised his eyebrows slightly and shook his head: “I'm the only one in the house, it's inconvenient...”

When Liang Wanjun finishes his speech, he must close the door.

However, the middle-aged man reached for the door and did not give Liang Wanjun the opportunity to close it.

“What do you want!” See, Liang Wanjun shouted and reproached.

“Madam Liang Wanjun, look at what you said and what we want to do... Your husband Ye Shao 'an owes us money, which has still not been repaid. It is always true that this debt repayment, the things of scripture and earth are obviously you scoundrels, but how can it be as if we have lost sense, this world doesn't make any sense?” A middle-aged man stared at Liang Wanjun and grinned.

“Bullshit... I owe you money, Shaoting told me before, it's paid off!” Liang Wanjundao.

“Hey... I'm glad we have a transfer record. Show it to yourself.” After that, the middle-aged man asked someone to take the transfer record and hand it over to Liang Wanjun.

Liang Wanjun half-heartedly swept away. This transfer record is indeed missing the last amount, about 10,000 yuan.

“Okay, I'll get it for you! ”

Liang Wanjun turned around and the middle-aged man and others followed Liang Wanjun into the villa.

“Tsk, this is a nice villa. ”

The middle-aged man looked around the villa and was satisfied, and soon the villa belonged to them.

Without knowing the thoughts of the middle-aged man, Liang Wanjun quickly walked over with a handkerchief.

In front of everyone, Liang Wanjun opened his handkerchief carefully.

Inside the handkerchief, almost all of the old hundred yuan bills, including some small denominations of coins. At first glance, Liang Wanjun worked hard to save the money.